Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.